Well, it's almost here. My 100th post. I promised that'd I'd hold a contest by way of a celebration, and I will. Tomorrow's the big day, so be sure to stop back and see how you can win a fabulous prize. Well, to be honest, it might not be fabulous, but it is a prize, so it's all good.
We were blessed by amazing weather here in Maine this past weekend. Friday was sunny and warm; Saturday was sunny and warmer (around 80) and Sunday was warm, cloudy but the rain held off until after nightfall. It's amazing how much the weather can affect my mood. Somehow even the difficult things seem a little less horrible when Mother Nature shines on me.
I did notice that there is a lot to be done outside in the way of spring clean-up. I live on a major road, so all the trash that people toss out of their vehicles all winter blows into my front yard, where it hides until the snow melts. Time to put on the rubber gloves and pretend I'm working on the chain gang (I'm all about the role-play, baby.)
There are trees downed in wind storms to be cleaned away, fencing to be repaired, gardens to tend. We're going to need a stretch of the clear weather to get it all done, but what satisfying work it is. Unlike some other things I'm doing in my life, this work shows. I can see a stack of brush waiting for a burn permit, a pile of trash bags, an intact fence line. Some of the other things I'm working on don't really reveal a visible result or a satisfied feeling. I guess, all things considered, I'm glad I have some physically demanding tasks on my to-do list.
I did notice how there are a bunch of muscles that one uses for spring clean-up that one evidently doesn't use for anything else. Yikes. I'm making little noises when I move. Still, it kind of feels bad in a good way, if you know what I mean.
Hope you all had a nice weekend, and please stop by tomorrow to celebrate 100 posts and enter my celebratory contest!
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